Shen Wanqing came to the previous town again. When she came to the tomb, the opening of the tomb had been blocked, but it didn't matter, because she knew there was a way to the tomb.
When he came to the cave, Shen Wanqing jumped in with a flashlight.
"Host, do you think the gold Lord's father will be here?" 748 looked around and asked Shen Wanqing with no bottom in his heart.
"Don't you have to ask? Don't you always claim to be the first genius of unification? Why can't you even find out this?" Shen Wanqing walked slowly through the dark corridor with a flashlight.
748 Wen Yan was a little embarrassed, "this position is a little mysterious. I can't detect whether the gold Lord's father is here. Host, I'm a little worried... After all, it's been thousands of years, and the gold Lord's father is just an ordinary person. The gold Lord's father shouldn't..."
Shen Wanqing's expression remained unchanged. "Don't worry, the boy will definitely have a way to recover in a thousand years. Look at this tomb, array and magic are exquisite and wonderful. Since the boy can build such a tomb, he himself is not ordinary."
748 did not speak. Shen Wanqing walked all the way with a flashlight. Strange to say, when I first came in, there were many arrays and thrilling mechanisms here, but now there is nothing at this time.
Just... It feels like someone has deliberately removed it.
Shen Wanqing sipped his lips and came to the tomb with his memory.
Seeing the pattern in the tomb, Shen Wanqing suddenly frowned.
She remembered that when she saw it before, the layout was still full of red gauze, festive and strange. But now, when I saw it, it was still the original thing. It didn't move or change, but those strange red gauze disappeared.
There were many burning candles in the tomb. Shen Wanqing turned off the flashlight and put it in his pocket again.
As soon as he took the flashlight in, Shen Wanqing felt that the bracelet he was wearing was also hot.
Shen Wanqing rubbed the bracelet with her fingers. There was a dark color in her beautiful Feng eyes that people couldn't understand. Her tone was suddenly soft, "I know, you woke up. When I first entered this tomb, you woke up, right, otherwise there could be nothing in the coffin."
"Yes, Su Su." suddenly, the girl's lips were hooked, smiling lazily, but very good-looking.
A slender pale finger suddenly held her wrist, and the young man's slender arm was around her waist.
Her back was cold. The young man's jaw was against her shoulder. Her voice was cold and affectionate. "Qingqing, you finally came."
Holding the young man's cold fingers, Shen Wanqing frowned. She turned around and looked at the still familiar delicate face. She sighed and felt distressed.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
For her, it was just a few days, but for the teenager, he slept for himself for a thousand years.
The young man in front of him was dressed in Fei clothes, with long eyebrows like willows. His eyebrows and eyes were still cold, but his face was still exquisite and beautiful, as if he was a childe with an oil paper umbrella coming out from the weeping willows of the smoky West Lake.
The young man was slender, with his arms gently around her, and his movements were light enough to see how much he valued and was careful.